Once they had arrived home, he poured two more glasses of wine and handed one to Jamie. “Sit here and drink this. I am going upstairs and will call ...you when you are to come. The wine had better be gone and you had better do what you are told. Your “beach whore” comment was over the line. Tonight you will find out how “limp” I am.” Jamie started to say something when Mathew told her that mouthing off would not be in her best interests. “Now drink the wine and listen for my instructions.” Mathew. The bitch had just used me to coax him back to her.To drown my sorrows I sank into the bottle of port I'd brought, and devoured a great deal quite quickly. Coming back later from a visit to the bathroom, my quiet corner had been taken, so I plonked myself on the sofa, between Ella and a cute blonde who's name I can't honestly remember. By 11pm, the music was lower (and so were the lights). Quite a few had left the party, including the blonde, but in my stupor I hadn't noticed. Ella was curled. Mike knew what was coming; we had done this part before. I reached into my bag and pulled out an 8" dildo that was not only longer but thicker also. I replaced the smaller dildo with the new longer one and again admired how good I looked with this really nice package on me. This dildo was big enough to cause him some discomfort but he said that actually added to the intensity of the pleasure. But knowing this I did add some additional lube to help ease the dildo into him. I saw him wince at the. But, he needed more and soon.The second blow brought him to climax and he spurted into the cup that was so placed as to catch his gushing emission."That's good," she chuckled. "That gives me one more stroke to come for my own personal pleasure."As usual she lifted her skirt to show him the wet cunt that contrasted with the dry leather of the whipping horse. Then she slowly drew the cane through that slit in a motion that suggested lust pure, and temptation. Her breath came in short pants as she.